one who wears angelic form divine,
When this presuming fop with jeering eye,
Made bold to amble, with convenient ear.
Till we, forsooth, were forced to silence woo.
But let us turn awhile to pleasant thoughts.
What has been fashioned for the glorious day
When we shall thrust our journey in the past
And meet rejoicing thousands at the pier?
_(Seldonskip approaches speaks)_
Well, Governor, thy message hath on wings
Of lightning sped its hurried way, and now
Methinks the anxious throng which fears the ax,
Will hustle mightily for stovepipe hats
To fit surmount their trembling heads, and so
Make happy pair with coat of Tam'ny cut.

_Francos:_
Ha! Well 'twere done; but art thou doubly sure
That careless word of wrong import hath not
Enwoofed itself within this note of state?
_Seldonskip:_
You bet your life, the thing is all O. K.

_Francos:_
But, my good friend, what hast thou in thine hand?
_(Laughingly)_
Is it design of some sweet maiden fair?
_(Looks at the picture and discovers Bryan)_
Ha! Ha! I see, 'tis he who wrecked our choice.
This Commoner hath but a shallow mind
Which like a windmill moves a lively tongue.
_(Seldonskip moves off, replacing the picture close to his
breast, muttering)_
_My fighting cock, you're crowing mighty loud,
But Bryan holds old Wilson in his hand._
_(Francos and Quezox walk the deck)_
_Quezox:_ Most noble sire, I marvel at the speech
Which from the mouth of Seldonskip doth flow;
For highest office, he no rev'rence feels
And "slang" were but fit outflow of his mind.
_Francos:_ 'Tis ever thus with those born to great wealth
It swells them up and whale like they do spout.
But gold hath pow'r and it were well indeed
Not to seek combat with a foe so stout.
'Twere best to pass their idle blust'ring by
For it doth vanish like the dew at morn.
_Quezox:_ It vomits me to gulp the morsel down
Yet I thy hint, subservient, will obey.
_(Aside)_
_(But wisdom whispers keep thy bolo sharp
And his fifth rib, perchance, may feel its prick.)_
_Francos:_ But Quezox, let us in the future del